Charlotte [H. Kellogg]
said in her clear little way, "Now where will Uncle John sit?" Whatever was in her head I dont know, but she was certainly thinking of you and wishing you there.She is sleeping now after having been much bathed and oiled for while we were out trying to find some green things to make the cabin gay with she slippeddown a bank (fortunately a sand bank) into a tangle of brambles. Poor little mite, it must have seemed like a frightful precipice, her first one!She will hang up her stocking and thank heaven, expect Santa Claus! I understand that I am way behind the times in letting her believe in his jovial existence.I hope it is not so freezing in the morning at Martinez as it is here, but anyway it is bright and glorious
[ca. 1912 Dec]
Original letter dimensions: 16.5 x 25 cm.
Reel 20, Image 1569
Copyright status unknown